Travel : My Trip To Provincetown

Provincetown is the mecca of hot “older” gay men. I put “older” between brackets because they are not thaaaaaat old, but there are not many young guys in their 20s in Ptown, which is perfect for me because I tend to like older men. You know the type of hot older men, that take care of their bodies, into sports, dressed well, healthy lifestyle etc… I like this type of men, big bros, hot daddies….

Like I told you already, me and few friends stayed at Marc’s house (the owner of A4A) and had an amazing time. Think “brunch, ocean, outdoor activities, fancy dinners and party” and repeat that for 5 days. Provincetown is such a beautiful small city, with old houses, small narrow streets, little cafés and shops…It’s perfect to relax, unwind, let go….life is soooo beautiful in Ptown! The ocean is gorgeous, the sand dunes to die for, the bike paths so pleasant, the food exquisite and the men….you just want to get married!

I met this guy, he lives in Chicago, so so so gorgeous….42 years old, hairy all over with a short beard (love that), perfect face (for me), hot body (fitness instructor), he likes younger guys (I’m 31) …I can’t find this “species” in Montréal! Might have to move to Chicago to “put a ring on him” !

So I’m back, not for so long, because I’ll be in NYC in 2 weeks, so raise your hand if you want to go for a coffee or a drink!

Dave

(check out some pictures below and a short video that I did with my iPhone)

P-town is a place I would very much like to visit someday. I’ve heard about this bakery run by Portugese nuns who have the best sweetbread around, and this one place owned by Buddhist lesbians or something like that. Also the Dick Dock… lol. Next time you go, Dave, take me with you!!

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. The beach is a so-so. It is not as beautiful as the beaches of my native country! Men is hot everywhere and we truly cannot define what is “gorgeous” for any cocksucker!

Just got back from Ptown on 8/11 and also can’t wait to go back again. It had been a few years since I had been there and I had forgotten how much I love it there. I was meeting my best friend, his partner and 10 of thier friends there. All of them traveled from Austalia where they all live (Melbourne & Sydney). I live in NJ..but met 10 of them in NYC’s Penn Station to get aboard the Amtrak to Boston. Then we took the ferry over to Ptown…where we were met on the dock by our friend Shane who offered some festive cocktails as well as a colorful “lei”…(spelling..LOL)!!What a great way to kick off a week of fun and frieds in the best place on earth!!

I have never been to Ptown but it sounds great I would love to visit there sometime, also been thinking of moving and starting over in a nice gay place with my lover of going on 8 years now. we live in a very str8 town and would like to live someplace we can be ourselves

Let’s admit it, the hotties on A4A really don’t seem to care about 64 year old hottties because they can’t realize that it is still damned HOT in the furnace. As for the other comments, beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder. Being hot and horny doesn’t stop until it does stop. I stay horny all of the time but finding a hottie for me fro Adam seems to be something the Young Guys Just Don’t Know. I like a handsome, muscular Man. A Man with a body like that I am not. But I do like taking all of life in and enjoying all of it that I can. I’ll take a Hottie my age any day.

My first gay experience, was in 1975. I was 18 years old, fresh out of Coast Guard bootcamp and stationed in P-town Massachusetts. There were a lot of gay bars but I strictly hung out in straight bars. I’ve been curious all my life but never knew what to do about it. One night at a disco I was having a beer at the bar. I was talking to a construction worker. He was 43 years old, 6′ tall, broad shouldered, bearded, and handsome as hell. He casually asked me if I wanted to step outside and smoke a joint. I said, “Hell yeah.” So while we were smoking he told me he had a friend who would give me an ounce of weed if I’d let him suck my cock. I was unsure about anything like this, but could use a bag and getting my dick sucked sounded pretty good to me. He drove me to a vacant summer rental house of his. He started a fire in the fire place, then came over to me and placed his big strong hand on my crotch and said that it was he who wanted to suck me off. By now I’m horny as hell and wanting to try anything. He got down and opened my pants. When his hot mouth was around my already hard cock it was incredible. I knew then I was going suck him too. I wanted it. His huge 8″ cock was in his hand and he was stroking himself while he was blowing me. It was only a few minutes before I was shooting my load and he swallowed it. Now I definately wanted to try this. So I got on my knees and started to work on his cock. It barely fit in my mouth but I managed to get it down. His moans made me excited and eager to please him. When he came I could feel his warm load splashing the back of my throat. I did it. I sucked my first cock and swallowed. I was rather proud of my self and realized that I that now I must be officially gay. But it didn’t end there. We stripped off the rest of our clothes and smoked another joint. Then he laid a blanket on the floor in front of the fire. He had me lay down on my back then he sucked me hard again. Once I was fully hard again. He straddled me, spit in his hand and wet my cock. Then he lowered himself on to me and rode me bare back. I’d fucked girls plenty of times before but this was awesome. After a while he got on his hands and knees and I fucked him doggie style. The wole time he was moaning and urging me to fuck him harder while he jacked his own hard cock. I finally shot my load in his ass and we collapsed on the floor, sweaty and exhausted with my cock still twitching in his ass. We snuggled a bit and it felt incredible to be in his strong, muscular arms, held and squeezed. After a few minutes he said he had to get back to his wife.He gave me the bag of weed and we left. About a week later I saw him at the bar again. This time we left and he pulled onto a remote dirt road. I fucked him doggie style in the back of his jeep. Then a short time later I went to his house to pick up another bag of dope. That time he sucked me off through my fly while he jerked himself off. It was a quicky and didn’t take long. That was a good thing too because a friend was waiting outside in my car. I never saw him again, but I’ll never forget those encounters with him and the things he taught me. There were no strings. I later found a friend more my age and we would sleep together and have sex in his cottage. I never did come out and since then have suffered through two disasterous marriages over 30 years. I was 56 years old when I bottomed for the first time and now I love it. I’m still in the closet but I have a close friend with benefits who respects my discretion. My first gay experience, was in 1975. I was 18 years old, fresh out of Coast Guard boot camp and stationed in P-town Massachusetts. There were a lot of gay bars but I strictly hung out in straight bars. At this time I’ve only had sex with teenage girls.

I’ve been curious all my life but never knew what to do about it. One night at a disco I was having a beer at the bar. I was talking to a construction worker. He was 43 years old, 6′ tall, broad shouldered, bearded, and handsome as hell.

He casually asked me if I wanted to step outside and smoke a joint. I said, “Hell yeah.” So while we were smoking he told me he had a friend who would give me an ounce of weed if I’d let him suck my cock.

I was unsure about anything like this, but could always use a bag and getting my dick sucked sounded pretty good to me. Seemed like a small price to pay. He drove me to a vacant summer rental house he owned. He started a fire in the fire place, then came over to me and placed his big strong hand on my crotch and said that he was the one who wanted to suck me off.

By now I’m stoned, drunk, horny as hell and willing to try anything. He got down and undid my pants. When his hot mouth was around my already hard cock it was incredible. Teenaged girls had never done this. I knew then I was going suck him too. I wanted it. His huge 8″ cock was in his hand and he was stroking himself while he was blowing me. I never saw a cock that big. Not even in the showers at high school.

It was only a few minutes before I was shooting my load and he swallowed it. Now I definately wanted to try this. So I got on my knees and started to work on his cock. It barely fit in my mouth but I managed to get it down. His moans made me excited and eager to please him.

When he came I could feel his warm load splashing the back of my throat. I did it. I sucked my first cock and swallowed. I was rather proud of my self and realized that I that now I must be officially gay. But it didn’t end there. We stripped off the rest of our clothes and smoked another joint.

Then he laid a blanket on the floor in front of the fire. He had me lay down on my back then he sucked me hard again. Once I was fully hard again. He straddled me, spit in his hand and wet my cock. Then he lowered himself on to me and rode me bare back. I’d fucked girls plenty of times before but this was awesome. After a while he got on his hands and knees and I fucked him doggie style. The whole time he was moaning and urging me to fuck him harder while he jacked his own hard cock.

I finally shot my load in his ass and we collapsed on the floor, sweaty and exhausted with my cock still twitching in his ass. We snuggled a bit and it felt incredible to be in his strong, muscular arms, held and squeezed. After a few minutes he said he had to get back to his wife . He gave me the bag of weed and we left.

About a week later I saw him at the bar again. This time we left and he pulled onto a remote dirt road. I fucked him doggie style in the back of his jeep. Then some time later I went to his house to pick up another bag of dope. That time he sucked me off through my open fly while he jerked himself off. It was a quickly and didn’t take long. That was a good thing too because a friend was waiting outside in my car.

I never saw him again, but I’ll never forget those encounters with him and the things he taught me.